A Letter from a Strange Woman
About This Novel
At the last moment of her life, a strange woman, full of lifelong infatuation, wrote a long and sad letter, revealing her desperate love to a famous writer. The novel uses a woman's most painful experience to describe the depth and devotion of love. A man received a letter without a signature or address on his 41st birthday. This letter was from a dying woman and told an unforgettable love story. The hero of this story, the man who received the letter, knew nothing about it. This wishful love began 18 years ago when she first met a man when she was still a child. She then experienced the obsession of a girl, the passion of youth, and even a life in the world, but she never changed her love for the man. She did not decide to confess her love until she died. She was lying on the deck of a desolate fate, and the white foam pushed her into nothingness...
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"Love is a matter of one person, but love is a matter of two people. Therefore, I love you and it has nothing to do with you." I once saw a review of this book in a magazine. It touched me deeply and it is worth reading.
I will use my lonely courage to admire you all my life. I saw the most extreme secret love.
A woman without a name--[Letter from an unknown woman]
She was just one of the thousands of women who had a romantic relationship with him, but she was the woman who loved him most deeply in the world. No one loved him more than her. Although, the person she loved deeply didn't even remember her appearance or name. Her curiosity about him started from the rumors, her admiration for him started from the first meeting, and her liking for him started from his character. She had long heard that he was a famous writer who was completely different from her and the people who lived there. She was fascinated by his appearance and gestures when she first met him. Her heart beat faster because of his unintentional gentlemanly behavior. Her love is the purest and most innocent love in the world. She fell in love with him when she was thirteen, left him for family reasons when she was fifteen, came back to meet him when she was eighteen and had the happiest three nights in her life. She gave birth to his child alone at the age of nineteen, and the child died of illness at the age of twenty-eight. Later she went to find her child. She only stayed with him for five short nights in her life, and she didn't even leave a name in his life. Even though the person she loved didn't recognize her when they reunited twice. But she doesn't blame him, because she loves him.
A very good book. The author's portrayal of the characters' psychology can be said to have reached the level of perfection! The translation skills have also reached the extreme! Very good! Highly recommended! Below is an excerpt I excerpted. From this paragraph alone, you can feel the exquisite language in the article. Suddenly, a deep voice came from a distance. Isn't this the rumor? The sound was as soft as a whisper at first, then as deep as a pipe organ, and finally exploded into a more powerful roar. The dust seemed to be frightened, and suddenly moved in one direction, rolling and flying on the street, like a bunch of dark clouds. The fright seemed to also affect the surrounding animals. A flock of black birds flew through the sky, white foam sprayed from the horses' nostrils, and the sounds of livestock came from the distant valley. It seemed as if something powerful suddenly woke up nearby. The earth, trees, and animals all knew it, and the sky was also covered with gray gauze.
precipitation
After watching the movie Letters from a Strange Woman, I felt that the original work was very delicate. Life is like a book, interpreting different lives.
My mind is full of that lyric: Those who are not available are always in turmoil, and those who are favored are fearless.
Like to worship him Just try your best to get close to him I like the way this girl studies hard
I have to leave after all Even if I can bear it Even though I can't bear it in my memory What is here is time There is the sound of the wind blowing here There are many smiling faces and crying So for me during this time So what? I lose this memory it's easy for you As long as you forget my name But thank you thank you for everything thank you But ah The past is the past Indelible But ah But the past is not the past And how can I forget you? Turn a blind eye to everything about you Pretend you never left Also pretend that you will come back tomorrow pretend to be mute Can't open my mouth Can't make any sound Pretend to stand in front of you Keep talking about my excellence Pretend I never cared about you why don't you forget him Maybe I never said many things to you But I will never leave without saying goodbye I will never disregard your wishes I will never pretend that I can't see you sad I will never leak even a little bit of information about you. Even when old I'm in another place heard two voices talking to me at the same time A voice worries me Another voice was arguing with him I woke up in the middle of nowhere See that it was a moist and warm past Hiding in vain under the horizon I sealed it with memories in an unknown place Move forward with the help of cold things Spring, summer, autumn and winter pass by inadvertently And my Marty will probably always be missed beautifully Maybe I'm not a returnee Just a passerby The so-called passer-by can you hear me i can hear he can't hear I guess maybe there was a mistake in the time we agreed on Maybe the last second you appeared Someone hastened the pace He just ignored time Quietly wipe away the traces Otherwise I wouldn't have been waiting for your whereabouts Maybe the gear between us After all, we can never meet again Maybe he wakes up in another world Already changed spirit Like the day and night of dawn and dusk will never be available Like an empty dock with sailors waiting forever for a ship Like silent raindrops falling on the deep sea I'm like a scoundrel with my bare hands But so what You thought he was in the desert You just want to be in that distant oasis Me I like what I don't have And you are so far away Yes, but we still have to keep going our separate ways Does he care if it's far or near? But do you know I used to think that your names and mine would always be close together But everyone has to constantly accept farewell, reunion and miss. He doesn't exist just for you But do you know I don't care if you go left or right Do you think everyone knows their own direction? But do you know I'm like a puppet The person who pulled the thread has disappeared Why should you blame me? So I became a mute tell me How can I keep you? Better forget him He didn't even give you a chance to save him tell me Does it have to end without any illness? To whet my appetite Saying goodbye without saying goodbye may be your euphemism Does it have to be a resounding result? Are you satisfied? How could you know Maybe crazy Maybe indifference is your way And he I just want to give it back to you Don't you dare to stand face to face with me? Because I will always win you Have I become as childish as you? In the territory of his past world maybe with you I wish we could just say goodbye Have a different journey and dusk This life is the same Goodbye so and so will we meet again Goodbye so and so everything is fine Goodbye Healthy and happy Hey, can you hear my voice? Turns out he couldn't hear Yes he can hear That's fine But so-and-so If one day I can see you again What I want to say to you Not just these words You stand at the school gate Say to me Hi so-and-so I came back from the past to see you Actually I want to tell you I have written many versions of how I met you But those are not what I would really say to you And what do I want to say to you? So and so I really hate you I hate that you like another girl so much I hate your attitude of ignoring me I hate your leaving without saying goodbye I hate you forgetting me I hate that you don't even remember me i hate you I really hate you What about you? Do you still hate me? Like Comment Repost
The woman finally ended her humble and ridiculous life, which finally made me unable to hold back my tears. Her narration was like a gentle hand clasping my neck, with delicate skin and a faint scent of perfume on her wrist - it was a painful and intoxicating presence. You turn your back on the world but don't throw yourself into his arms. Between the outside world and his arms, you are a homeless and embarrassing existence. You fool, - I love you.
Choosing such a love and way of living requires great courage, which may only be found in novels, but it resonates at a certain level in the hearts of people who do not have the courage to be loyal to their inner love and choose to "compromise" life.
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Official(240)Scraped 19d ago
"Love is a matter of one person, but love is a matter of two people. Therefore, I love you and it has nothing to do with you." I once saw a review of this book in a magazine. It touched me deeply and it is worth reading.
I will use my lonely courage to admire you all my life. I saw the most extreme secret love.
A woman without a name--[Letter from an unknown woman]
She was just one of the thousands of women who had a romantic relationship with him, but she was the woman who loved him most deeply in the world. No one loved him more than her. Although, the person she loved deeply didn't even remember her appearance or name. Her curiosity about him started from the rumors, her admiration for him started from the first meeting, and her liking for him started from his character. She had long heard that he was a famous writer who was completely different from her and the people who lived there. She was fascinated by his appearance and gestures when she first met him. Her heart beat faster because of his unintentional gentlemanly behavior. Her love is the purest and most innocent love in the world. She fell in love with him when she was thirteen, left him for family reasons when she was fifteen, came back to meet him when she was eighteen and had the happiest three nights in her life. She gave birth to his child alone at the age of nineteen, and the child died of illness at the age of twenty-eight. Later she went to find her child. She only stayed with him for five short nights in her life, and she didn't even leave a name in his life. Even though the person she loved didn't recognize her when they reunited twice. But she doesn't blame him, because she loves him.
A very good book. The author's portrayal of the characters' psychology can be said to have reached the level of perfection! The translation skills have also reached the extreme! Very good! Highly recommended! Below is an excerpt I excerpted. From this paragraph alone, you can feel the exquisite language in the article. Suddenly, a deep voice came from a distance. Isn't this the rumor? The sound was as soft as a whisper at first, then as deep as a pipe organ, and finally exploded into a more powerful roar. The dust seemed to be frightened, and suddenly moved in one direction, rolling and flying on the street, like a bunch of dark clouds. The fright seemed to also affect the surrounding animals. A flock of black birds flew through the sky, white foam sprayed from the horses' nostrils, and the sounds of livestock came from the distant valley. It seemed as if something powerful suddenly woke up nearby. The earth, trees, and animals all knew it, and the sky was also covered with gray gauze.
precipitation
After watching the movie Letters from a Strange Woman, I felt that the original work was very delicate. Life is like a book, interpreting different lives.
My mind is full of that lyric: Those who are not available are always in turmoil, and those who are favored are fearless.
Like to worship him Just try your best to get close to him I like the way this girl studies hard
I have to leave after all Even if I can bear it Even though I can't bear it in my memory What is here is time There is the sound of the wind blowing here There are many smiling faces and crying So for me during this time So what? I lose this memory it's easy for you As long as you forget my name But thank you thank you for everything thank you But ah The past is the past Indelible But ah But the past is not the past And how can I forget you? Turn a blind eye to everything about you Pretend you never left Also pretend that you will come back tomorrow pretend to be mute Can't open my mouth Can't make any sound Pretend to stand in front of you Keep talking about my excellence Pretend I never cared about you why don't you forget him Maybe I never said many things to you But I will never leave without saying goodbye I will never disregard your wishes I will never pretend that I can't see you sad I will never leak even a little bit of information about you. Even when old I'm in another place heard two voices talking to me at the same time A voice worries me Another voice was arguing with him I woke up in the middle of nowhere See that it was a moist and warm past Hiding in vain under the horizon I sealed it with memories in an unknown place Move forward with the help of cold things Spring, summer, autumn and winter pass by inadvertently And my Marty will probably always be missed beautifully Maybe I'm not a returnee Just a passerby The so-called passer-by can you hear me i can hear he can't hear I guess maybe there was a mistake in the time we agreed on Maybe the last second you appeared Someone hastened the pace He just ignored time Quietly wipe away the traces Otherwise I wouldn't have been waiting for your whereabouts Maybe the gear between us After all, we can never meet again Maybe he wakes up in another world Already changed spirit Like the day and night of dawn and dusk will never be available Like an empty dock with sailors waiting forever for a ship Like silent raindrops falling on the deep sea I'm like a scoundrel with my bare hands But so what You thought he was in the desert You just want to be in that distant oasis Me I like what I don't have And you are so far away Yes, but we still have to keep going our separate ways Does he care if it's far or near? But do you know I used to think that your names and mine would always be close together But everyone has to constantly accept farewell, reunion and miss. He doesn't exist just for you But do you know I don't care if you go left or right Do you think everyone knows their own direction? But do you know I'm like a puppet The person who pulled the thread has disappeared Why should you blame me? So I became a mute tell me How can I keep you? Better forget him He didn't even give you a chance to save him tell me Does it have to end without any illness? To whet my appetite Saying goodbye without saying goodbye may be your euphemism Does it have to be a resounding result? Are you satisfied? How could you know Maybe crazy Maybe indifference is your way And he I just want to give it back to you Don't you dare to stand face to face with me? Because I will always win you Have I become as childish as you? In the territory of his past world maybe with you I wish we could just say goodbye Have a different journey and dusk This life is the same Goodbye so and so will we meet again Goodbye so and so everything is fine Goodbye Healthy and happy Hey, can you hear my voice? Turns out he couldn't hear Yes he can hear That's fine But so-and-so If one day I can see you again What I want to say to you Not just these words You stand at the school gate Say to me Hi so-and-so I came back from the past to see you Actually I want to tell you I have written many versions of how I met you But those are not what I would really say to you And what do I want to say to you? So and so I really hate you I hate that you like another girl so much I hate your attitude of ignoring me I hate your leaving without saying goodbye I hate you forgetting me I hate that you don't even remember me i hate you I really hate you What about you? Do you still hate me? Like Comment Repost
The woman finally ended her humble and ridiculous life, which finally made me unable to hold back my tears. Her narration was like a gentle hand clasping my neck, with delicate skin and a faint scent of perfume on her wrist - it was a painful and intoxicating presence. You turn your back on the world but don't throw yourself into his arms. Between the outside world and his arms, you are a homeless and embarrassing existence. You fool, - I love you.
Choosing such a love and way of living requires great courage, which may only be found in novels, but it resonates at a certain level in the hearts of people who do not have the courage to be loyal to their inner love and choose to "compromise" life.
